Um yeah, back to smoking, then.
Most folks, like Bavarianrider above, have got an Amsterdam story. Bit like the "What happens in Vegas..." equivalent for Europe.
On one of my partner's trips there, years before we met, she went blind and had to sit around for a couple of hours until it wore off.
On my first ever Spam trip, being thoroughly unaccustomed to the strengths available, I freaked out badly and had to hide in a toilet for a while. I came out eventually because I couldn't feel the lower half of my body. I was quite literally a floating torso.
When I got back to where my gf of the time was waiting (she wasn't at all worried where I had been for the last 45 minutes or so), I had a full-on brain split in which one half wanted to attack her and the other wanted to, well, do other stuff.
In an unexpected moment of clarity, I decided that it should be possible to "convert" one symptom into another. By this time, I was fully paranoid that I would be arrested, so I decided the safest other symptom to "get into" was hunger. So I found this Turkish shop and bought up a load of cola and peanuts and skulked back to my digs. Unbelievably, it actually worked and after four hours, I came out the other side.
I still had massive paranoia the next day though. Watching Paris-Roubaix on the TV the following morning, I was convinced that I had already checked out of the room and would be thrown out on the street at any moment...
Great days!
